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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.