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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.