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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Index,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.