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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.