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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.