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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.