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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.