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 Burundi and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Lyres,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.