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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.