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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.