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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
PIL,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.