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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
DNA,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.