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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.