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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
EPMD,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.