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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.