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 Switzerland 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.