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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.