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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.