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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.