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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Move 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Television,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.