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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.