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 Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Rakim,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.