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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.