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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.