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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Yellowson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.