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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Little Man,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.