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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.