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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.