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 Angola and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.