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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.