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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.