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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Wire,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.