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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Urselle to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.