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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.