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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Scientists to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.