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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.