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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.