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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Smog,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.