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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.