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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Fear,
The Saints,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.