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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
The Busters,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.