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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.