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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Make Up to the rock 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.