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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.