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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
EPMD,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.