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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.