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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.