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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.