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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.