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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 Second Layer 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
a-ha,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.