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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.