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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.