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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.