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 Paraguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
ABC,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.