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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.