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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.