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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.