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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the funk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.