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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.