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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.