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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.