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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.