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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Little Man,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.