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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.