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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.