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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.