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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.