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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Searchers to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Swans,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.