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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Star Department to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.