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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.