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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.