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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.