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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.