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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.