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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.