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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Ronan 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.