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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Swans,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.