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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.