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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
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.