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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.