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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
The Names,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.