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 Palau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '90s.
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 Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.