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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.