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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.