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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.