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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.