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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Skriet,
X-102,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.