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 Congo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 the Sonics to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
PIL,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.