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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.