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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.