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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.