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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Magma,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.