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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.