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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.