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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.