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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.