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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.