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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Magma,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.