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 Mexico and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Moleskins to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.