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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.