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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Smog,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.