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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
The Wake,
Chrome,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.