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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Technova,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.