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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 June Days to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.