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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
Audionom,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
PIL,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.