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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Whodini,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.