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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.