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 Italy 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Trojans,
UT,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Brick,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.