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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.