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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.