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 Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.