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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.