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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.