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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.