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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 the Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark 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.