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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.