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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.