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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.