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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.