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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Yazoo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.