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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.