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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.