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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.