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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
DNA,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.