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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.