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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.