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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.