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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.