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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
UT,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.