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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Mojo Men to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.