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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.