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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.