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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.