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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
This Heat,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.