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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.