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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.