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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.