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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
PIL,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.