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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.