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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Flesh Eaters to the techno 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.