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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
X-102,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.