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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.