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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the dance 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.