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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.