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 Barbados and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
the Slits,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.