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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.