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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.