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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Swans,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
cv313,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.