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 Poland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Brick,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.