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 and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Main Source,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.