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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 JFA to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.