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 Gambia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.