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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.