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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Whodini,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.