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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.