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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Move to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
The Move,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.