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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.