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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.