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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.