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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.