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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.