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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.