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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.