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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
The Remains,
The Names,
Crime,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.