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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.