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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.