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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.