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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.