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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.