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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.