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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Smiths to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.