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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.