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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.