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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.