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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.