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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.