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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.