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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.