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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Zapp,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.