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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.