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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.