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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Hoover,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.