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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.