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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.