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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Clear Light 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Index,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Swans,
JFA,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.