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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Slave,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
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.