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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
The Names,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.