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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Malaria! to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Can,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.