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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.