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 Somalia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Wings,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.