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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.