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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.