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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.