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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Martian to the punk 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.