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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.