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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Monochrome Set 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.