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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.