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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.