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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.