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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.