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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Japan,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.