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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Saints to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.