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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.