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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Niagra 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
AZ,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.