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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.