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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.