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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warren Ellis to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.