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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.