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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.