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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Interpol,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.