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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.