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 Kenya and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.