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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.