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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.