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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The Busters to the rock 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Wake,
Wings,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.