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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
CMW,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.