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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.