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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.