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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.