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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Smog to the jazz 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.