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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Franke to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.