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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.