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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.