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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Organ,
MC5,
X-102,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.