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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the rock 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.