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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Index,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.