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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
CMW,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.