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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.