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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.