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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Techniques to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Wire,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
UT,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Count Five,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.