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 Lagos.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Visage,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
the Normal,
Franke,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.