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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.