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 Nepal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Yaz to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.