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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.