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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.