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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.