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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.