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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.