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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.