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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 JFA to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.