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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Slackers to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.