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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.