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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.