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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.