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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.