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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.