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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor 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?
Audionom,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.