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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.