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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.