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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.