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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.