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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.