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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.