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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.