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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.