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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the disco 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
X-102,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.