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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
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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.