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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Mars,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.