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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.