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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Country Teasers 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.