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 Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 808 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.