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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 808 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.