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 Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.