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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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 Evens,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.