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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Angels of Light to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.