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 New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.