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 Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
JFA,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.