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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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.