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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.