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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Excepter,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.