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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Television,
The Martian,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.