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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.