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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.