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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
UT,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.