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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Durutti Column to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.