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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.