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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.