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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.