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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.