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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.