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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Faust,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
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.