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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
cv313,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.