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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.