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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Can,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.