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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.