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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.