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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.