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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.