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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.