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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Jandek,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.