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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.