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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.