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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.