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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Make Up,
MC5,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.