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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.