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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Little Man,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.