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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.