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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.