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 Bolivia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Nirvana,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Harmonia,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.