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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.