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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Magazine,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.