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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.