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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.