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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.