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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Quantec,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.