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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Urselle,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Q65,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.