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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.