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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Black Flag 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.