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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.