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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Can to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.