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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Audionom to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.