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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.