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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.