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 Austria and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.