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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.