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 Poland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.