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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.