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 Kuwait 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
The Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.