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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.