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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne 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?
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MDC,
Flipper,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.