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 France and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.