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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.