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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.