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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.