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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Blancmange to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas 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?
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.