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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 American Breed,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.