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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
PIL,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.