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 Ireland and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.