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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Pere Ubu 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.