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 Angola 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.