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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Vogues to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.