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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Can,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.