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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.