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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.