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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.