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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Nico,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.