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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
cv313,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Skarface,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.