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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.