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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.