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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Liliput,
June of 44,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.