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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.