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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.