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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.