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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
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.