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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.