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 Jordan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.