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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.