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 Ukraine 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.