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 Belize and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
JFA,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.