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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.