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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.