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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.