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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.