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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Liliput,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.