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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Faust,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.