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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.