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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.