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 Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.