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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.