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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.