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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.