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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.