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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.