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 Kenya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.