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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.