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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Magma,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.