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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The United States of America to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.