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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Television,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.