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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.