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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
The Doors,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.