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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Sparks,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.