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 Ireland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.