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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.