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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Wings,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.