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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.