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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.