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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
MDC,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.