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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.