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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
The Move,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.