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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Index,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.