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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swell Maps to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Brick,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.