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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.