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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 Salvador and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.