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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.