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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.