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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Franke,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.