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 Zambia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.