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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Nas,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.