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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.