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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slave,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.