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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.