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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Litter,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.