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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.