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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.