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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.