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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.