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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.