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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
ABC,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.