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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.