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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.