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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.