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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.