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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Wings,
AZ,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Boredoms,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.