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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.