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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Slave,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.