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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Faust to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.