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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
EPMD,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.