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 Ukraine 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.