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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Severed Heads 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.