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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Brick,
Symarip,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.