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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.