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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.