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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.