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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.