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 Andorra and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.