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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.