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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Flipper,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.