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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
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.