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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.