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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.