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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.