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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.