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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.