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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 the Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.