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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.