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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.