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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 the Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.