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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Wire,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Q65,
Rekid,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Magma,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Smog,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.