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 Cameroon 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Wings,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.