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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 The United States of America to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.