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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.