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 Azerbaijan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
June Days,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.