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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Pole,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.