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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.