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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 UT to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Brick,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Wire,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Zapp,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.