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 Switzerland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.