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 San Marino 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.