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 London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.