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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.