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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Television,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.