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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
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 Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.