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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.