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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.