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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Copenhagen and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.