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 Uzbekistan 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.