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 Somalia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.