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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.