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 China and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
The Associates,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Fear,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.