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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
The Names,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.