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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 marimba 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Visage,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.