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 Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.