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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.