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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 808 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.