Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.