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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.