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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.