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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.