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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.