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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.