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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.