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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.