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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.