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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
the Association,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.