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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Q65,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.