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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.