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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.