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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.