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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.