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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.