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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.