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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.