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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.