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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Pole,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.