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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.