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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.