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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.