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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Television,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.