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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Faust,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Organ,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.