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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One 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 jazz 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.