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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Crime,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.