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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Inner City,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.