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 Austria 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Fear,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.