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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.