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 Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Oneida,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.