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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.