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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.