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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 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 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 Crime to the funk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Kayak,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.