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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.