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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.