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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Little Man,
X-101,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.