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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.