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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
X-101,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.