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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Television,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
The Move,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.