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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.