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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.