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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.