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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.