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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.