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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.