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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.