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 Seychelles and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.