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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Names to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.