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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.