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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.