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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
X-102,
China Crisis,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.