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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.