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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.