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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.