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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.