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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.