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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
X-101,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.