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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.